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The first show was the next day on the main stage. The audience was really excited. These kind of gimmicks always attract a large crowd. We got a gypsy named Beatrice to volunteer to be “sawn in half”. She was really thrilled about it. Everyone was yelling and clapping. The anticipation was killing us. I had actually never seen it done. To tell you the truth, I don’t know how they do it. (correctly that is) Anyway, Beatrice stepped up on stage in all her glory. Her lipstick laden smile stretched ear to ear. Sequined head to toe, she strutted across the floor to center-stage. Tom prepared “the box” and “the saw”. The crowd went wild. They were on the edge of their seats. Tom motioned Beatrice to step into the coffin shaped box, and promptly locked the lid like a suitcase. He told the crowd it was simple, “to relax”. Beatrice’s high-heel clad feet dangled calmly at one end, and her lovely head protruded from the other. Little did she know what was in store for her in the next few minutes. Tom lifted the shiny saw above his head and slowly lowered it into position. The crowd went silent. Back and forth. Back and forth. He started slow. He began to speed up. Faster. Faster, Fasterfasterfaster. Beatrice began to scream! One of her ruby-red high heels plummeted to the floor. “Stop Tom!” “Stop Tom”, people began to yell. But, he had an menacing glare in his eye like he wanted this to be his last act. -The end